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The time on the mantle clock showed 9.20pm. I sat on the sofa and slipped my heels off and tucked my stocking clad legs under me. I picked up my glass of Chardonnay and took a sip. My thoughts went to the events of today.
It had actually all started a month prior. I was recruiting for a new secretary when Anne’s curriculum vitae had come across my desk and it struck a cord with me. So I had invited her in for an interview and I had been impressed with her polite and respectful manner. She had also turned up dressed appropriately in a smart charcoal grey skirt business suit and three inch black heels and a white blouse. I had been so fed up with the woman, well actually they were more like girls turning up in the smallest skirt and low cut tops. I like a nice pair of legs and breasts as much as any other sexual being. But in my small business, I wanted professionalism; not a girl trying to ensnare a rich partner. So I had offered Anne the job.
I remember her first day in the office she looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Eyes wide and jumping at the slightest thing. But I think she had relaxed by the afternoon when she realised that no one in my small team would make her life hard. Let me describe a little about Anne.
She was thirty-two years old and had only in the last year come out of her shell. Anne was born Andrew and had spent her early years feeling uncomfortable in herself. She had decided to become herself and was now Anne 24/7. She looked slightly like her namesake Anne Hathaway. I understood her dilemma I was in my late forties and had only been Jessica for the last ten years.
Every day Anne arrived on time and worked hard trying her best to complete the paperwork and answering the phones. Each new day brought a new confidence to the face to face interactions with customers. She was clearly fitting in well with our small team and she was blushing less and less to each of James flirtatious innuendos. I had to admit I liked her too; she was to be applauded for her choice in life.
But there was a problem. Anne could not type a letter or report correctly if her life depended on it. I had to send each one back to correct mistakes an average of five times and it was costing me money in wasted paper and time. To make it worse, Anne did not seem to learn from her mistakes; I had spoken to her eleven times to get her to get it right. I had fired secretaries for less than this.
I had noticed as the month wore on that Anne was becoming more and more meek in her responses to me after each reprimand in my office.
So this morning I called her in to my office for the twelfth time.
“Do you know why I called you in Anne?”
“No Jessica?”
“It’s the typing again, you keep making so many mistakes,”
“I’m sorry,”
“Anne, I can’t put up with it any longer, you are costing me money,”
“Please, I need this job!”
Anne started to cry and something inside me flipped. I disliked this pathetic behaviour.
“Sorry Anne it is not going to work, you have to go.”
Anne collapsed to her knees and sobbed into her hands.
“Jessica, I will do anything to keep this job, I love it here.”
Seeing Anne on her knees sobbing in front of me ignited a spark within me and in the sternest voice I had ever uttered;
“Anything Anne, really?”
“Prove it, crawl towards me.”
The shock on her face was evident and with the briefest hesitation she complied.
I was shocked by how much I relished the power I was missusing. But pushed the limit further.
“Put your hands on my ankles.”
Anne’s hand on my stocking covered ankles sent electricity through my body and my ardour rose.
“Is that all, Miss Jessica?”
Oh my god, Anne calling me Miss Jessica had me dribble from my cock into satin knickers. I was drunk with power and did not want to stop. The harshest command escaped my lips.
“Stroke my legs all the way up,”
“Yes Miss,”
As her hands reached up my dress and the top of my stockings and continued up my inner thigh until she brushed my sopping wet knickers. Her eyes widened in shock.
“Stroke my cock, Anne,”
She hesitated a moment then rubbed my cock through my satin knickers. I just leaked more. I hitched my dress up to my waist so I could watch her perform for me. Her eyes looked up at me and I was positive I saw them plead for mercy and for this to stop. But I could not stop I was drunk with the moment.
"Stop and take off your skirt and blouse," I commanded and within a few moments Anne was on her knees in front of me in just her bra, her knickers, tights and heels. Without being told, Anne returned to rubbing my cock through my knickers.
I pulled the gusset of my knickers to the side and my cock sprang free.
“Suck it.”
Anne placed her lips on the tip of my cock and slowly swallowed me. Oh my god it was heavenly to watch every bit of my cock slowly disappear into her pink lipstick lips. I felt the head of my cock touch the back of her mouth. Anne slowly bobbed back and forth giving me an amazing blow job. She was definitely a cock whore and this wasn’t her first.
“You dirty cock sucking bitc,h Anne,”
Calling her this just seemed to get her to worship my cock more.
"Stop," I commanded and she did immediately. I turned round and bent over my desk and hitched my dress up over my waist and showed Anne my satin covered bum.
“Feel my bum, Anne,”
Her hands on my bum sent shivers through my body and my ass hole twitched. After a moment I got Anne to pull my knickers down and spread my bum.
“Lick me!”
“But it’s your bum!”
I told her lick it or lose her job. Moments later, I felt her warm breath on my ass hole and then the tentative touch of her tongue. Soon she was licking as if her life depended on it and my ass hole was sopping wet.
I called her a dirty whore, told her to lick my cunt you bitch and like before she redoubled her efforts to each of the things I called her. My cock was aching and dripping like a tap from the enjoyment coming from the pleasures Anne’s tongue were giving me.
But I commanded her to stop and stand up. I stood behind and forced her face down on my desk. I spread her legs and grabbed a pair of scissors and cut a hole in her tights and cut her little thong off her. Without pause or concern, I placed my cock at her ass and thrust my cock in as deep as I could in one go. Anne yelped with surprise and started to cry. I was lost in my desire. I thrust harder and harder enjoying the tightness of her ass on my cock. Her ass seemed to try and hold onto every vein and contour of my cock. But the rest of her body was motionless as I fucked her in abandon. I vaguely registered her muffled sobs and moans. I called her every name I could think of to heighten my pleasure. Whore, Slut, Bitch, Cunt were just some of the coarse words I used. But they had the desired effect and I was pumping and pounding Anne’s tight ass.
“I bet you would swallow every drop of my spunk to keep this job wouldn’t you, you fucking bitch cock whore?”
“Yes, Miss Jessica,” Anne sobbed through the thrusts.
“Too fucking bad, you fucking slut you are mine bitch,” and at that moment I emptied my spunk deep in her bum. I continued thrusting my cock in her ass until I was fully empty and my cock became tender. Then pulled out. I got a great view of her ass hole gape with my spunk deep inside and slowly close to squeeze some spunk out of her ass and trap some spunk inside her ass.
“Your job is safe Anne, but improve immediately.”
“Yes, Miss Jessica.”
Anne bent to pick up her clothes but I grabbed them first. I told her “No you can have them at the end of the day before you go home.”
“But I will be just in my lingerie in the office?”
I pointed to the windows of my office and at that moment Anne realised the blinds were open and the others had seen every moment of her humiliation. She returned to her desk and I even heard the snickers of the other girls as she sat down.
I sat at my desk and put my knickers back on and typed an email.
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Dear Anne,
I am impressed with your commitment to your position in the company. In reward I will increase your salary by £500 per month. Should you continue to make mistakes I will give you a choice to decide your own reprimand or leave it to me. Please ensure that you place a tissue on your chair and any of my juices that leak out through the day are licked up.
Miss Jessica.
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At the end of the day Anne asked for her blouse and skirt back. Which I returned. What surprised me though was Anne’s request to take my knickers home and wash them for me as she felt responsible for getting them sticky. I removed them and handed them over. We exchanged smiles as our hands touched.
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